An American writer between Paris and New York discovers different wines... on a shoestring. Stories, tastings, slices of life and glasses of wine.

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Very pale bubbles

Oh, psssh, this blog hasn't flatlined, what are you talking about?*

Mysteriously, no post has appeared in two months. It could be that they do not sprout, like mushrooms after a rain, but rather must be hewn from the living blogosphere, like so many sculpted soaps.

The wine-writing bug is still jumping about in me, wearing a little sombrero—but like the fable of the grasshopper and the ant, I've been chilling with the cicadas in Avignon, rather than following those little Formicidae down a dampened Parisian street to, say, Spring wine bar, sipping something and running back to type.

I have things I want to talk about. Things I have only known since my last post here. Like 1996 Pascal Doquet Le Mesnil! 1970 López de Heredia Viña Tondonia Gran Reserva! And so much more! (All for only $29.99! Yours! With this free tea cosy!)

I am back. Fall's fallen. It's wet and the windows are closed, and I am here to sip, and to write.

*Though thanks to TWG for the clarion-clear reminder of just how many days it'd been. Noah and a half!

All of the wines mentioned in this blog combined, for only $29.99, dear reader. Alas, since they're all at this point made only of words, having been drunk down quite some time ago, I'm not really sure if the bang for your buck will be as explosive as all that....